and on

I got creosote lightning footprints
I got a finger, cracked and leering in
it's own solopsism.
I got a hundred yard stare
I got anodyne jumpers
I got frostbitten aunts
I got the devil's paw in my ass pocket
next to a pint of Turkey.
I got some ugly roads
I got a dollar dinner
I got that love note from Erica Jong.
I got a salvation plate with no army
I got the last sleeper's wink.
I got a denial letter, and a sloppy wish
I got four flowers, colors
and a plethora of indecency.
I got to see you fall, wish
I wore your shoes.